Sophie was busy finishing an end-of-term report when there was a timid knock at the door. She cursed under her breath. Being the Headmistress meant you never got any time to get anything done. “Enter,” she barked. When she saw it was Evelyn Harrington-Bro...
The cool of the autumn afternoon was not enough to take away the heat of nervousness Abigail felt throughout her entire twenty-four-year-old body. The first-year teacher had only been at Hatley on Kent for six months. Since training and orientation last S...
My first term at boarding school had been awful. It had felt like a good idea at the time. when my parents had decided that they were going to move and I refused to go. I wanted to stay where I was, as I didn’t want to move away from my girlfriend. My pla...
Early September came around soon enough and I was back at school, in what they call the Lower Sixth Form in the UK, equivalent to a Junior in the US (more or less). I'd spent all but a few days of the holidays with my family, which was OK but not where a...
It sounds stupid, but I really don't know if this happened or not. I was fresh out of university and had my first job teaching at an all-girls' boarding school in the middle of nowhere. Don't get me wrong; I loved my job, but the isolation I felt living a...
I came from rather a conservative background, my parents being very strict with me and my two siblings. I grew up in a right-wing environment and my parents always had an opinion on current events and the latest news. Their opinions were very one sided, o...
I had been an on-and-off member of SLUT for the last half year, sometimes attending a few evenings in a row, sometimes doing my own thing for weeks, but I felt that this, somehow, didn’t sit right with Angie, my roommate. She had introduced me to Wetwood...
Caroline felt very alone as she watched her parents’ car disappear into the distance the day she was dropped off at St. Ursula’s, but being an only child and an introverted one at that, she was used to feeling alone. The sprawling Victorian boarding schoo...
Sunday, 6pm No way am I going to sleep. The train is a slow, relaxed one and it’s almost deserted. There’s sun pouring in, making my knees pleasantly warm as it bakes the denim of my jeans. I should be getting drowsy by now, but I can’t keep my thoughts f...
